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Refresh me, if anyone would like because I'm a little lost if there was discussion I missed, does Amberlight and Dustfur have any children?

That'd be an interesting plot. He probably won't try too hard to get her to like him, he loves her so much he'll respect her space, but he'll defitnely watch out for her. He'll be quite the blunt little fella too, believing his family deserves the truth even if it's quite harsh cx
Ebony[insertwarriorsuffix]: *grumpy and irritable murmuring*
Viper[insertwarriorsuffix]: Sister, you're being quite the foolish young lass. Please, compose yourself, it's undesirable. *says while passing by, tail brushing over her head*
Ebony: *inner screech*

Oh how lovely xD

aww we really are big one roleplaying squad! i'm glad to be apart of something so sweet and awesome and I just returned to this site last week or so <3

Dovepool
The white molly, who'd been sleeping beyond the existence of peaceful, was abruptly awoken from a hunting dream. She flinched awake, large sapphire eyes flying open and instantly narrowing. However, she held back any bitter words when a guilty calico she-cat passed, apologizing. At least she was sorry, she didn't mean it, Dovepool thought sympathetically, dipping her head after the eager comrade. "No worries!" she called out in her soft tone, long after the femora had left. Seeing as it was daylight, and cats were beginning to awake, Dovepool decided to join the aroused members of her Clan. She stretched her lithe figure luxuriously, inhaling the refreshing smells of the forest. Her feathery tail swayed at her back as she sauntered out of the Warriors' Den, jaws parted in a sleepy yawn. Her deep blue gaze blinked blearily from the remnants of her heavy slumber. Oh how she wished to continue to sleeping, but there was no time to sit idle and she purred at those she passed. "Ah good morning, good morning!" she mewed, tail waving like a white banner in the wind. Sitting down, the female began to groom herself awake.

Bearheart
As a normally tranquil tom, Bearheart wasn't quick to arise with the eager warriors. He watched Robinflight, Thrushcall, Dovepool, Lionripple,and a few others leave the Warriors' Den. His green gaze, not too light nor too dark, glistened in the faint shadows. He loved the darkness, or rather the coolness the darkness provided. He was a brutish brown tabby Maine Coon, who resembled just as his name entitled him, a bear. However, he was a heartless giant. When the sun comes to bombard the inside of the little cave with strong rays of light, he'll leave the confines of his nest. For now, he enjoyed as much of the chilly shadows as he could. Then, he'd socialize with his Clanmates that he dearly loved. Maybe he couldn't match them for their optimism or sense of duty, but he adored their lives all the same.

Amberlight
The orange and white tabby she-cat, who was usually a lovely old miss, was not an early riser. Dustfur's nudging had made her groan in reply, only encouraging her to curl up tighter in her ball. She was an elder! There was no reason to rise anymore! What did Dustfur think he was, a newly appointed warrior! How could he still have a sense of duty running through him? Old habits die hard? she considered, tall ears swiveling to the sounds of another cat. Now this cat Amberlight didn't have the heart to reject. Sure she loved Dustfur, he was such a humorous old coot, but Bright Drizzle was still quite young. It was instilled in her, and had no hopes of dying. For the sake of her, Amberlight arose in partial agitation. "Hnng. There better be something fat and warm on that prey pile or I'll make every cat suffer!" the tabby dame muttered, although it was a weak threat. Amberlight was too sweet to direct her grumpiness in full force on her Clanmates, and it was merely the dislike for mornings that was speaking. Trudging from her nest, her fluffy tail dragged behind her as she lumbered toward her cream-furred mate.

Pondlily nudged him with her shoulder, a twinkling childish laugh rippling from her vocal chords. That was, until a heavy rain drop hit her between the eyes. Her already owlish optics crossed, making her look quite silly with her narrowed pupils drawn inward and her head tilted. Another rain drop hit her mercilessly on her head, and then a few more followed the second. In no time, the rain began to fall in rapid succession. The young white dame scrabbled back into the camp's cavern, shaking her head violently to rid itself of the wetness. It surprised her how easily the ocean suddenly rippled with the oncoming rain fall and, how quickly swollen gray clouds had come to loom over them now. It was going to be an awful storm, the wind already howling and kicking up a bit of sand past the entrance. She wasn't soaked, but she was quite wet again. However, Pondlily was too entranced by the change of weather to be bothered with the task of grooming for about the fifth time that day. The wind was really violent now, sweeping chilly air into the camp and making her shiver. Not that she'd noticed, for the curious molly continued to interrogate the world outside with her mind. "H- How odd," she mused softly, glancing at the warriors about her who were interlocked in their conversations and worries about each other, it was heart-warming and was enough to momentarily stop the shivering spasms that quaked her lithe frame.

I think Dovepool might develop feelings for Snakestrike..

Dovepool
*is grooming*

Bearheart
Too soon. The sun's rays slanted into his closed eyes, calling him to come out and play. "Fine, fine," Bearheart muttered to himself in his usual, low baritone of a voice. The muscled Maine Coon hoisted himself to his paws and padded out of the Warriors' Den. His leafy gaze squinted against the growing light and he observed the cats in the camp quietly. The elders were sunning themselves, the apprentices were socializing, and the warriors were beginning to start their days. The brown tabby male added to that count of warriors, letting his fur be and dragging big paws to the fresh-kill pile. He grabbed a mouse, a meager meal for a great big cat, but looked humble as ever when he moved off to a bit shade and ate comfortably. It seemed he was oblivious to the situation involving him, although his inner senses tingled with a need to know what around him was different.

Amberlight @lyn.
The elderly molly ignored the fresh-kill pile, planning on letting out her frustrations on poor Dustfur. He wanted her up, when she was sure he knew she wasn't an early bird, then he'd be sharing his breakfast. She clambered on the rock next to him, crouching low to snatch a mouthful from the thrush. Eating a bite had relaxed her a bit, the sway of her tail less aggressive with her belly beginning to fill. Kindly now, she took two more tiny mouthfuls and was already quite full. In her growing age, Amberlight found it surprisingly easy to be stuffed. Her eyes were always bigger than her stomach, and good prey ended up going to waste because of her easy-to-fill appetite. A sigh left pink lips, her golden orbs closing to take in the warmth of the sun. "I'm sorry to you both, but you know mornings are hard for me," Amberlight meowed gently, nudging Dustfur before reopening her eyes. Her gaze landed warmly on the kind, younger "elder" on the lower rocks. "I hope you slept well brave child?" the femora purred affectionately, bending over her mate to help groom his fur free of moss and messy patches.

Turtlewing bounded through the camp, golden gaze frantically searching about. She'd done it again, fallen asleep outside of camp on one of her nighttime explorations. It seemed the small tortoiseshell suffered greatly from being away from the camp in the morning. A heavy sense of dread weighed in her stomach, and she casually walked on the edge of camp as though she'd been there the whole time. Turtlewing was mature, when she wanted to be, but her most childish actions involved nighttime adventures. As a kit, it was prohibited, as warrior... he only raised suspicion but surely she couldn't be scolded, right? Her stomach growled at her, quite hungry after the long run she'd made to get to camp. Yet, her hunger was quickly a baited by the commotion she'd been graced to witness. Willowstar was approaching four stranger, three of them sodden kits. Unable to stifle her curiosity, Turtlewing approached warily. Seeing as her leader was already interrogating the warrior, the small femora observed quietly.

have mercy on my soul, recap?

OOO interesting .o.

Don't worry bby rus <3

Pondlily was still in a daze when Stormstrike arrived, the vivid image of a cat who embodied the water fresh in her mind. Those piercing eyes of blue were grey now, and the cat had become a beast. It yowled its pain and terror mercilessly amongst the cats who sheltered in the cavern. Were their ancestors mad at them? Why would... why would the water, once so calm, rage so violently and pool up so rapidly. Yes.. pool... it was growing. Blinking rapidly to rid herself of the miserable vision, the youthful femora turned her mismatched gaze upon her speaker at last. "Hm?" Pond couldn't help but chuckle lightly into her chest fur, his words somewhat humorous to her. "Well it was beautiful, but now it's quite awful, yes. It's too bad too. The only thing given to the fresh-kill pile this morning was a few lousy minnows. Not only that, but plenty of apprentices need to be trained." Her voice was strangely soft, nearly inaudible in the roar of the storm. Feathery tail gestured to the much younger cats, and the white molly turned her head to groom her slightly sodden pelt. In doing so, she caught the covered face of Rowantail, and her "brother" who seemed to be looking for someone. Amusement lit her gaze and she continued to look about camp. Cats were frightened, others were confused, but most were simply worried. Beachstar and Ripplewing were terribly conflicted and afraid amongst a few apprentices she noticed. At once, the warrior's heart squeezed as she had a terrible thought for a moment. A sigh broke her lips suddenly and she looked at Stormstrike for a moment before touching his shoulder with the baby pink of her nose. "I'm frightened," Pondlily murmured, drained of her enthusiasm.

Pondlily could always use more friends!!
slowly the love triangles take place


I also noticed, nearly every cat has a crush <3

Dovepool
*open for interaction*

Bearheart
*open for interaction*

Amberlight
did I miss something? aside from the replies on page 2?

Amberlight
The golden-eyed elder blinked sympathetically upon Bright Drizzle, a soft sigh rising from her vocals and escaping from her mouth. It was unfortunate, the events the younger she-cat had to endure. There was no excuse for Starclan to limit such a brave warrior who was as courageous as was loving. Alas, there was nothing Amberlight could do to help except not give the tabby any more stress. If the other "elder" got attached to her and Dustfur, she'd be quite lonely in the Elder's Den and be perhaps even more miserable. Amberlight's motherly insticnts couldn't begin to handle that, the mere though pulling her lips down in a frown. "Oh dear, you will overcome this soon enough, I don't doubt it for a moment." She would've thought more about it, but Dustfur's quiet tone had broken her from her reverie. A pricked ear flickered for a moment, and she playfully placed a paw on the cream tom's head and battered his ears. "Please, I'll be fine," the dame reassured him, feathery tail curling about her paws as she overlook camp. One day, her easy-to-fill appetite would make her eyes loose their shine and her pelt lack its luster.

Pondlily was quiet, nodding along with his words until he settled next to her. It made her muscles momentarily tense, her face blossom with heat. His words soothed her and his low voice made her eyes close in comfort and her head rest in his chest fur. Being Rowantail's friend for many moons, she never expected Stormstrike to be so affectionate. Not only that, he was furiously embarrassed and not even he could mask that from the white she. When he pulled away, her eyes fluttered open and her narrowed pupils turned up to the grey and white brute. After suggesting sleep, Pondlily felt a weight of tiredness she'd been fighting off surge over her like a violent wave. At last she spoke, "I agree, maybe the storm will pass when we wake up." A purr rose from her throat, tail caressing his face for a moment before drifting away. Sleepily she pulled herself past the bodies of her sleeping Clanmates, nestling herself beside Rowantail. Yet, before sleeping, Pondlily's mismatched gaze landed softly on Stormstrike. "Come on you big slug," the female coaxed, patting the place next to her with a yawn. Then, she slowly closed her eyes and let her breathing slow as she fell victim to sleep.

I'M SO SORRY FOR MY INACTIVITY ;^;

recap? again I'm so sorry

Aaa. I'll have Dovepool and Bearheart helping then and Amberlight uh.. We can say she went off and came back xP
Great excuse -insert convincing wink here-

Dovepool
The wintry-furred goddess reentered camp with Bearheart at her heels, a mouthful of twigs in her jaws. After Bright Drizzle's scary escapade, the warrior had beckoned to the lazy brute to follow her. Despite her Clanmates not knowing their whereabouts, she was sure no cat minded their quite participation. Dovepool trudged up behind Lichenmoon and deposited her bundle at the haunches of her leader. Large, sapphire eyes glinted in the light of day as she bowed her head respectfully to her superior. "Good morning Lichenmoon," she meowed, tail waving to beckon the large Maine Coon forward. "We were wondering if we could be of assistance somewhere?" Her tone was hopeful, her expression gentle.

Bearheart
The brutish cat gave a great exhale through his nose as he set down a much larger bundle amongst Dovepool's smaller gathering. He too respectfully bowed to his leader, but he didn't bother to hang around much. He loved his Clanmates, sure, but already he was feeling weary and intimidated by the numbers around him. His enormous tail waved at his back like a banner, swaying to and fro as he examined Sun Stones. Foolish lass, what did she think she was doing? The tabby was partially blind and paralyzed for StarClan's sake! Had she no sense? Yet, her bravery never died with the lower half of her body. Secretly, Bearheart admired that, and he quietly approached a younger tom who accompanied Bright Drizzle. "You were very brave, are you alright?" he inquired gruffly, although his green gaze was relaxed and genuinely curious.

Amberlight
The elderly femora was grumbling when she came back through the entrance, muttering about how easy it was to get lost in the forest nowadays. A trip to the dirtplace had become an adventure through the territory. Bits of leaves clung to her thick coat, and her golden orbs were downcast momentarily before she lifted them with much surprise. What happened! Cats were blocking the wonderful pool that'd soothed her burning pads in her youth, as well as her over-heated body. It was such a lovely accessory to the camp, Amberlight was a bit disappointed in seeing Lichenmoon work to cover it up. That was, until she noticed a sodden Bright Drizzle. Dustfur and Hazelshade were at her friend's side, and Amberlight steadily sauntered towards them with fear in her gaze. "Oh my darling! What happened to you! What in Starclan is going on!" she exclaimed, tail violently swishing behind her as she vigorously licked the young goddess' head.